It is at the lodge that we stay. Winny, this is the last night I shall pass beneath your father's roof. He sucked at her neck, biting her hard, leaving red marks that disappeared as soon as he made them. He seemed to possess a penetration and cunning beyond his years—to hide a man's judgment under a boy's mask. It was Jack, wasn’t it?’ ‘Aye, s-sir. . ’ ‘Don’t be a little fool,’ Gerald snapped irritably. He reminds me of a slave I once had in Rome with those sullen dark eyes and that wistful pout.
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